This stand off;
I will lose buried in the trenches
the only clean skin
washed by streak of cry and sweat
glow softly
the offensive light in my throat
pushing, pushing the air and heart and fluid
please burnout
or burn brighter
evaporate the ocean behind you
my shell is just perfunctory, warm and thin
my organs illuminated and steeped in spices
You are steel.
I hold no shape as water
we're at a stalemate.
unless I'm frozen.